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Underwater Tank
05:31
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The peaceful and warm summer air
Can sometimes quiet all the barking
Lost in the middle of nowhere
I feel some bruises will heal
But the distance won’t be enough
It’s like leaving the crowd to join a dance
The headlines turn me into a ghost
Too transparent to hold a lance
The peaceful and warm summer air
Feels everywhere highly toxic
Lost in space, there is no one
But I still recall it’s happening
Underwater tank and weightlessness
There’s nowhere to land, we can’t avoid the crash
Holding hard your breath the whole trip
There’s nowhere to land, even my bones collapse
One more week to go
Or maybe a decade
Waiting for the floods
That will drown our names
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I haven’t slept for ages and my days get longer
Hanging around, hanging around and nothing matters
I cannot focus on anything, even for her
There was a time, I had a goal and a shelter
It’s four o’clock, I grab a beer at the local shop
Where is my mind ? No line to walk lost in a fog
I’ve got so many things that I can’t get out of my head
I’m a sad clown, giving no smiles, only headaches
Have a seat, take a sec’ and have a look behind
The conclusion is not that fine
You have nothing, you have nothing but the time you waste
Finish that beer, put yourself to the test
It’s like being possessed,
you don’t control your thoughts or gestures
The lack of sleep, the lack of ideas, the lack of trust
But it’s OK cause you’ve heard you are pretty skilled
At what you do, but you know that’s just a picture you give
Stop it now
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3. |
Serra's Snake
03:35
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Quelques pas, je m’enfonce, silence et vide me maintiennent,
Entre les parois léviter, le reste importe à peine.
Comme éloigné.
L’espace se joue de mes sens, le sol questionne le ciel
Puis au bout des serpents le temps redevient lui même.
Laisse défiler.
There are no more thoughts to concertina in my brain
And there’s no incoming sound
Is every place the same if it fits into our ground?
Quelques pas, je m’enfonce, silence et vide me maintiennent,
Ici puisque le temps se calme mon sang circule à peine.
Comme retardé.
L’espace se joue de mes sens, le sol questionne le ciel
Puis au bout des serpents le temps redevient lui même.
Laisser filer.
Someone is calling
Someone is calling out
I don’t hear it
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4. |
Camilla
03:53
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5. |
Safes
05:05
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6. |
Eaten Alive
04:07
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Nothing for you to understand
You’ll drive until the road ends
Distancing the light that fades
You hope to shine until your grave
Is there any empty space ?
A somewhere that is nowhere
?
You keep going ahead
I have left my place as well
And I’ll walk until my path ends
Soon we will meet to shake hands
And switch our existence
But nothing has really changed
I end where you begin
We are on the same rails
It’s just another bus stop
Another train we get in
I’m eaten alive
By our cities diminished
And I lay on the backsit
Staring at the traffic lights
Like eaten alive
By our cities diminished
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7. |
Empty House
04:40
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8. |
Saut De Ligne
04:35
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I can fix stories
But mine are all written
I’ll remember everything
I’m just pretending to be drunk
Struggling with my lying tongue
I know I always need an audience
Ajuste les scènes dans tous les sens
Elles n’ont de sens que celui qu’on leur donne
I’ve been hit by some storm
This is my last chance to write the happy ending
I don’t listen to you
You won’t bypass the stream
Silence is unbearable
My mind is not as lost as you think
Mauvais virage pousse au saut de ligne
Et le « je » heurté devient « il »
I’ve been hit by some storm
"There’s no once and for all. There is no end", he thinks
A thought leads to another and we are trapped in that wheel
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9. |
Pack Your Toys
02:49
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They told me we’re leaving
That it’s not for me to decide
« Pack your toys, make things clean.
Tomorrow you’ll see our new house »
I’ve whispered goodbye
I waved at the empty streets
Printed the smell in my head
And how the snow makes things unreal
New pictures on the walls
A new VCR and films
The heartbeat hasn’t changed
But something is dead inside of me
Floutées et lointaines
Distancées depuis
Ces allées se referment
Mais leurs échos parfois m’attirent
Pack your toys and make things clean
New pictures on your walls
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10. |
1) BONUS Set A Thought
03:45
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11. |
2) BONUS Cities
03:19
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12. |
3) BONUS Trigger
04:05
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I am Stramgram Bordeaux, France
Pop folk anglo-saxonne saupoudrée d'électro, conjuguant l'urgente folie d'artistes tel que Born Ruffians/Beck/Eels, avec les élégantes parenthèses des dandys Bowie ou Yorke. La part belle est, comme aux origines folk, faite à la voix et aux textes. Joyeuse et mélancolique, débraillée et exigeante, une musique à l'image des paradoxes qui nous habitent. ... more
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